Seeking much
Getting none
My mistake
Going round
Going forward
Backward
Sometimes means
I’ll accomplish what I seek
Repeating what I’ve done
Perfecting what I’ve been
Deep breath in
Air billowing out
I live
I am everything
I’m about.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Ideas come
sometimes they flow
then
then sometimes
they stop.
The page is blank
not a thought, not anything
just a slate, a page
that’s clear.
Then
then all of a sudden
they flow
in a rushing, gushing river
that overflows.
What a time, a place to be
for it’s then I know
I have ideas that will grow
and grow and grow.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
What I’ve seen
is
the best of you
the world
in all
it’s splendour
that’s
what I’ve seen
No anger nor hate
none
of that
is
what I’ve seen
What I’ve seen
is it true
or
would you remind me
that
what I’ve seen
is
just, only
a lovely, recurring dream.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
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My heart does pump and thump
the core of me
my beating heart.
Onward she goes with no breath taken
alive making no mistakes
my beating heart.
Commanding all with every beat
giving living life while being discreet
my beating heart.
She works in sync without a stop
oh how I need you
my dear beating heart.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Thinking about
remembering when
life was easy
and
very different
Was then just a step
I tread upon
to reach the sky
and
beyond?
Did I obtained
my desires
or
should I sit back,
sit down
and
begin again?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Courting life, fleeing death
Time passes
Taking no regard for
The rest.
Holding close, pushing aside
All things
I love, despise.
In tomorrow
The world may change
Leaving everything
Just the same.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Art is a thing of
Beauty
Sweetness
Strength
Anger
Kindness
Remorse
Compassion
Honesty
and
Bliss.
Not just a Man’s name.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Will I show you who I am
Will I reveal the face
I know I’ve been?
Will the lines of tomorrow
Be etched
Across my taunt skin?
Will the ones
That happened yesterday
Be still there
In a full or forced grin?
I don’t know the answer
Cause you see
I don’t know who I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at night
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.
Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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